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Well, glad you folks liked it. I purely warms the cockles o' my heart knowing I can give ya' a little smile or two. But unfortunately this does not pay for my vices. Therefore, as I am on reverse for the next few days and suspect (S)crew scheduling is most likely to call....amazingly enough, my company actually expects me to show UP on a regular basis to put in maximum effort for what's LEFT of my pay and what we now (laughingly) refer to as our "benefits" package. (sigh)

Oh, I suppose I could make SOME effort to curtail spending on Bacardi, Blackjack and Blondes; but at this late point in life, other than a good BM in the morning....what else is there for enjoyment?? At LEAST I finally weaned myself offa' tittie bars (I think). THAT was pretty easy though, I mean, when ya' think about it. Isn't it kinda' like a starving man standing outside a Ruth's Chris SteakHouse, nose pressed againt the window, watching some have a really great meal. How's THAT help anything??

Sorry. Got WAY of track here. But HEY....

Stay tuned for our befuddled hero's next adventure "Some days You Get the Bear 'n SOME Days....." Coming soon to a webboard near you....

Sorry about the slow reply to your final chapter. I got up to cook a pizza during one of the intermissions and missed your grand finale.
ps: Ted Turner ownes some land here in Gallatin county and I might send him your rough draft.

See you're up in Nome there CubKid. Next time your down at the Board of Trade or the Bering Sea Saloon, knock one back for me. Couple of the finest bars I ever passed out in.

They truely are fine bars! 'specially the Board of Trade...our principle tourist attraction and out biggest money maker in Nome. And the only reason why my college buds bother coming out here. I am actually down there quite often with the ambulance, dragging people out after getting the snot kicked out of them...

Musta been great flying out of OTZ back in the day. Were they really bad at basketball then too? (I won't mention their wrestling team, they embarassed us every year when I was in school)

Gerald, aka GDafoe, is a really interesting guy (and way too modest). He's one of the original members here, but before that flew in S. America for many years (I don't know how many). At New Holstein the first year, we tried to get him to write down his stories, but haven't been successful so far.

I was going to fly home with him from Wisconsin to Michigan, but he was going direct over Lake Michigan (which scares me no end). He said after flying over the Amazon jungles, Lake Michigan was no big deal. I got home a few hours after he did, flying around the lake.

Oh Yeah. I had to go backwards a little bit in this thread to find his post.

Sorry, I thought you were calling ME Gerald. Of course, that's far from the worst thing you COULD call me. Not to mention seems Gerald is quite the kindred spirit and I have NO doubt his adventure stories of jungle flying would certainly be every bit the equal or better of my Arctic stuff.

I hadda go back and re-read this one again.. it reminded me of an event last summer..

On the way the airport I stopped by the Fairway Market, Skagway's only food store to pick up something to drink. The day was warm (darn near 70 degrees) and some iced tea would really hit the spot on my 3PM scheduled run to Juneau.
My passengers awaited my arrival and we quickly loaded their bags and bodies into the airplane. We had a full house (5 PAX) so there was not much wiggle room. A gentleman sat behind me and the rest of the passengers were ladies. The male was a local and could often be found at Moe's Frontier Bar. The ladies were tourists and were looking forward to a little Alaska adventure. They would soon have a story to tell the folks back home. We launched and endured the usual wind-induced turbulence through the 12 mile Tia Inlet and emerged into the Lynn Canal for the 45 minute flight to Alaska's state capitol.
Once out of the bumps, it was time to open my bottle of Lipton's Best and have a few sips. MMMMM.. that was tasty..
A I replaced the cap on the empty bottle, the male passenger behind me tapped me on the shoulder and asked "Hey man, are you finished with that?"
"Sure" I replied, thinking he probably wanted to use it as a spit cup for his chew. Well, Chewey had other ideas. That familiar rancid smell wafted through the cabin. I confirmed my suspicions by glancing at the lady sitting in the right center seat. She was leaning away from the male as far as she could and covering her eyes. YUP.. sure enough.. He then proceeded to replace the cap on the bottle and handed it to me. I politely declined his offer, suggesting that he retain custody until we reached our destination.
I'm sure that the ladies are still talking about that flight.

I know this is kinda old but thought I'd throw a short bit of my Part 135 207 experience flying from ANC to HOM at ~50' AGL (or ACI... Above Cook Inlet) and had to climb to land at HOM...same story but my feet were warm because I tinkled in my boot a couple times. Did the same thing in a 185 a time or two...sure miss those good ole days!!

The funny part its not the weather . weather like this is a piece of cake. They sould have been just as scared on a clear day . Its the fact they did this with one engine. I have flown like this for years BUT I have two engines,going down at night is not good

Hey Cloudancer! Great read! The N number on that plane didn't fair so well in 1999???

Cloudy, that was great, Like a lot of us your story's bring memory's back to all of us. I had to buy one of those little red Johnny Pee bottles, I drink a lot of coffee and it goes right through me. So I drink a couple pots of coffee and head out in my cub, not long after I had to go bad. Well no instructons came with this little pee jug, the only way I could use it is in a dive. After reading your funny story, I might invest is some rubber boots. Thanks Cloudy, think I will go buy one of your books.